Alex is 11. She lives in Calgary with her Mom, Dad & baby sister. Alex started a small business that operates during holidays spent home in Newfoundland.
A salon in her Nannys basement. Her clientele include all of her family members that are scattered around the small town. There is a waiting area and a recliner acts as the salon chair, planted in front of an old dresser. She and her cousin have 78 different shades of nail polish and offer $2.00 manicures. She will give you a Classic bun for .40 cents. Anything ‘Classic’ is .40 cents. She thinks that they may have made $7 each through the holidays.
Alex is awesome.
Her mom has been one of my best friends since we ended up sharing a locker in Grade 9. We used to learn the dance moves to music videos and perform them in that basement. And now it’s her daughters makeshift salon. Wild.
I was very pampered at Flawless. Not only did Alex paint my nails like a pro, her mommy has a heavy hand with the Baileys and threw about a cup and a half into a glass with an ice cube. Pampered indeed.
When I was 15 or 16, I wanted to dye my hair blue. I don’t know why, I just did. When I broached this brilliant idea to my mother, she was quite nonchalant. She said, “It’s your body and you’re old enough to decide what you want to do with it. But I can’t pay for you to do something like that because I don’t think it’s a great idea. If you can get your hands on the money, you can pay to turn your hair blue.”
Amazing. It wasn’t really an enthusiastic ‘Yes’, but it sure as hell wasn’t a ‘No’. I just needed to make some money. So I started making purses and selling them around school. I had made one for myself and my friends all liked it, so I gave it a whirl. I bought meters of denim and made bespoke bags for the young ladies of Bishop O’Neill Collegiate. Orders piled in quickly. I charged $10 to $15 per bag, and sold a lot of bags. They were personalized PuddiPurses, and were made to order. I couldn’t make them fast enough. When I finally had enough money to go to the salon and dye my hair, I decided not to do it. I had worked hard for that money and I didn’t want to spend it turning my hair blue. I settled to buy a box of bright red hair dye. Feria, the permanent stuff. We always bought that brand because we figured it was more bang for our buck. Danielle dyed my hair in her bathroom. For free. Then we went downstairs and watched General Hospital.
I really like talking to Alex. She is a lot like her mom. If I was 11, we would be best friends. We talked about Taylor Swift songs and horseback riding and braids. She told me about Calgary and I told her about streetcars. We experimented with the ‘sock bun’.
Then I did her nails and she still ended up getting $2.
Alex is going to do just fine.